On broken glass I walk alone
A bed of nails I call my home
Veins of ice and heart of stone
A tribute to aggression

Don't waste your time to understand me
Psychoanalyze and pry just so you can brand me
I am the child of hope that has died
Twisting and turning with venom inside
From this world I am freed only then you will see
The monster you have made...
Of me